Not Creepy At All
Spike the Dragon was an individual of great triumphs and many talents.
He was known for being the lifelong friend and number one assistant to Equestria’s one and only Princess of Friendship, Twilight Sparkle.
He was a gentledrake of the noble dragon creed, champion to pretty fashionistas and baby phoenixes everywhere.
He was recognized for his deeds during the battle that was now known as the Siege of Canterlot, Invasion of the Mutant Cockatrice, for which he was awarded the medal of valor.
He’s renowned as Great and Honorable, Spike the Brave and Glorious throughout the Crystal Empire.
He was even the runner up for last month’s March Muffin Muncher competition! He would have won too, if first-place winner Derpy hadn’t allegedly dropped a kitchen sink on him by accident and devoured his portion of the contest muffins in the ensuing commotion. There was little doubt in his mind that he was the most stallionly, er, dragonly baby dragon in Ponyville, if not all of the wide, wide world of Equestria.
In short, he felt completely secure in his dragonliness and saw no reason to feel embarrassed for his current choice of pastime. Well, as long as nopony saw him anyway.
“More tea, m’lady?” Spike said, unconvincingly mimicking the deep bass of famous R&B artist, White Berry, as he gestured to his exalted guest, a stuffed white unicorn pony replica with pristine blue buttons for eyes and curly shears of violet yarn for the hair and tail.
“Why, thank you, dear. How very courteous of you,” the unmoving doll seemed to say, her reply greatly fabricated by an amateurish display of ventriloquism.
Having granted himself permission, Spike leaned over the round top table and filled the porcelain cup placed before the little inanimate pony. After settling the pot back on the pink scalloped centerpiece, he wagged his brows at his lovely company with a toothy grin. “Please take this the right way, but you’re a beautiful sight for sore eyes, as always.”
“Teehee!” the pony doll seemed to emit after the dragon gave it the appropriate body language by folding a foreleg across its bulbous muzzle. “Oh, I bet you say that to all the mares. But do go on.”
“I must say, your fabulous mane does appear to be extra fabulous today. Did you change shampoos?”
“Why, yes!” the doll exclaimed, being made to brush through its mane with a hoof. “I’ve recently upgraded to a more expensive brand. I’m impressed, not even Fluttershy noticed.”
Spike buffed the back his claws against the scales of his shoulder with a smug little grin. “What can I say, I’ve got the eye of a dragon.”
The mini pony bobbed about for a bit, as though overcome with laughter. “Oh, darling, you certainly know how to keep a lady in stitches.”
After holding the pose for several more moments, Spike spluttered in a generous quantity of spittle, slapping his knee as his body contracted from the guffaws. Still laughing, he picked up the little doll and gave it a hug.
Who knew acting out a bit of pretend like a silly pony could be rather fun? He was beginning to see why Twilight played with her Smarty Pants doll the same way when they were younger.
Then again, he probably wouldn’t be having fun if it weren’t for the little gem, so to speak, he was nuzzling against right now. Unlike the precious stones he routinely unearthed from the Rumbling Rock Ridge, though, this particular fluffy little number instead came from Fluttershy’s home of all places.
It happened right before Twilight started suffering from her ‘castle-a-phobia,’ when he had been helping out with looking after a large group of forest critters that were driven out of their dwellings. The cause had been a young hydra that had ventured beyond its territory in the Froggy Bottom Bogg and stumbled into the rest of the Everfree forest, terrifying the various woodland creatures that lived there. As was usually the case, the animals ended up seeking aid from the kind Fluttershy in droves. Twilight and the others naturally caught wind of the situation and, being the courageous ponies that they were, were more than willing to lend a dozen helping hooves.
As for Spike, being the tactful dragon that he was, figured that the best way to minimize the chances of getting an express tour of a hydra’s digestive system was to not be near one in the first place. With that in mind, he had sprightly volunteered to stay behind to assist Fluttershy in tending to the displaced critters while the others went ahead on their monster hunting mission.
During Spike's task with distributing the food rations, a rambunctious raccoon that wasn’t quite in the sharing mood decided to live up to its stereotype and, in one dastardly Quick Attack, blindsided the dragon, making off with the entire basket full of sweets and treats he was entrusted with.
He wasn’t about to let some shifty raccoon get the best of him, of course, and had promptly chased after the furry crook all over the place, the voice of a surprised and concerned Fluttershy calling after him to be careful.
Just when it seemed the criminal was about to evade justice, Spike, in what was probably a once in a lifetime moment, nabbed the little rogue with a diving tackle maneuver that would have undoubtedly earned a big, teary eeyup of approval from fellow hoofball fan Big McIntosh, had the stallion been there to bear witness.
The dragon of law and order had been just about to bring the little troublemaker back for a well deserved scolding from Fluttershy when he noticed that the stirring pursuit had led him right next to the wooden shed located behind the cottage.
He had wondered about the contents of that simple outbuilding in the past. Common sense told him that it was probably used as storage, just like any average shed would be. But for some unexplained reason, his imagination instead conjured gruesome images of a dark dungeon lined with the dissected remains of victims at the hooves of a psychotic serial killer. He felt silly for even entertaining the notion.
Still, unable to resist his morbid curiosity, Spike had decided to take a peep just to be sure, his heart pounding in anticipation of something macabre like a decorative toaster made out of a pony. What he actually found was significantly less diabolical, but still unexpected.
There were loads of stuffed toys, ranging from tiny adorable gerbils to giant huggable pandas, lining the walls and arranged on shelves and crates and tables. It was like he had stumbled into a secret toys cache or some sort of plushie internment camp.
What really caught his attention, though, was the conspicuous batch of cute pony dolls placed within an opened trunk at the center of the room. They were not just your average stuffed pony toys of nondescript designs, however; each one was unmistakably modeled after traits of very recognizable ponies. Namely, every one of his friends in addition to many familiar faces from around town.
A worried Fluttershy had came rushing in soon after. Once she had made sure nopony was hurt, the mare became visibly anxious with Spike’s continued presence—especially when he looked closely at the yellow pegasus plushie squeezed between a doll resembling a big red stallion and another one of a large white pegasus with diminutive wings, and timidly tried to coax him into leaving. The young dragon had been too fascinated to be deterred, though, and instead excitedly asked where she got all the toys from.
It turned out every fluffy piece around them had actually been personally stitched and woven together from scratch by Fluttershy herself. The pegasus explained that she had been making them ever since she was a filly, using the art of the needlework she had learned from her nana. It was how her freaky knowledge of sewing originated, as a matter of fact. She had made the dolls as a means to cope with her loneliness and debilitating shyness, modeling them after the creatures and ponies she wished she could befriend in real life. Rainbow Dash was the first pony she designed a doll after, for example.
Fortunately for young Fluttershy, with time came good fortune in the form of a butterfly cutie mark and the glorious light that was the magic of friendship. With real life increasingly engaging and fulfilling, she naturally began to cease productions, but could never bring herself to fully severe the thread and part with her childhood creations, hence the shed. She admitted that a childish part of her wanted to think that there was a bit of magic in the plush dolls she made, that one of the reasons they were all friends and would remain so indefinitely was in some way due to her unknown efforts.
Her short backstory finished, Fluttershy then nervously asked Spike if he thought her silly and weird for her naivety. The dragon had quickly reassured her that it was not the case at all, praising her craftsmanship and the sentiments behind it. Elated at the dragon’s kind response, the two friends shared a warm hug. He had then encouraged her to not stow away but instead share the stuffed fruits of her talent and labor with those who might need or appreciate them. She had readily agreed and, with a knowing wink, bestowed upon him the plushie of a certain white unicorn.
And that was how Spike came into possession of his new cute special someplushie, who was responsible for making naps and lazy afternoons all the more enjoyable.
His brief reverie over, Spike turned to the clock and saw that it was almost time for his weekly deluxe bath. “It’s Saturday,” he said aloud with a wide grin. “And you know what that means.” Hopping away from the tea set, he grabbed a clear oval bubble bath bottle from a drawer and strolled out of the room with his plushie in toe, whistling a casual tune.
On the way to the luxurious castle bathroom with an awesome large tub, a nagging thought poked at Spike and he couldn’t help but stop by Twilight’s room.
One of the many perks of living in a castle, besides the potential real estate value, was the ample space that allowed him and Twilight to have their individual rooms, a living arrangement that was discontinued since early childhood when the two of them became nearly inseparable best friends.
Said best friend was currently holed up in her new room, having probably dozed off at some point with her face planted in a good book as she often did.
What concerned him was that even though Twilight had eased into the magical duties of a princess, the same couldn’t quite be said for the physical aspect of being an alicorn. Her wings would still occasionally gain a mind of their own in the middle of the night, springing out unprompted and flinging blankets and ruffling bed sheets awry in the process.
One quick peek inside confirmed his suspicions. Twilight’s snoring form could be seen while her wool blanket had been flung into a heap on the floor. With a wry grin and a roll of his eyes, Spike crept into the room, tiptoeing his way over. He smiled as he saw many familiar stuffed pieces, once hidden away, now sitting about on the princess size bed.
Just as Spike was about to make sure the sleeping book pony was kept warm, his eyes widened considerably at what he saw, dropping the blanket once again to the ground in a heavy thump.
The whump bestirred the pony princess, who slowly awakened. “Spike?” she blearily uttered, rubbing at her eyes as she sat up. “What are you doing in here? Has something happened? And what’s up with your face?”
“Guh…”
Twilight groggily regarded Spike’s look of dumbfounded shock. After a beat, she looked down at herself, then observed her sleeping arrangements, before returning to examine the dragon’s expression with a beady stare. After a long moment of lagged contemplation, her eyes flew wide open, snapping out of her sleepy stupor.
“Spike!” Twilight gasped. “Th-this isn’t what it looks like!”
It was exactly what it looked like.
Twilight was inexplicably dressed in her human form’s schoolgirl attire—short skirt and undergarment and all—now altered to fit her alicorn form. That alone raised enough questions, but the clincher was the full body pillow decorated with the likeness of human Flash Sentry in a questionable state of undress lying next to her.
Near perfectly still, Spike eyeballed the mare quizzically.
Twilight began to gesticulate frantically, explaining that it was a misunderstanding and that they were all just gifts, albeit by commission, from Fluttershy and that she was intrigued and just wanted to measure the effectiveness of the so-called huggy pillows as ‘sleeping aids’ for sleep science and that the erotic portrait of a certain interspecies romantic interest and her outfit were there as positive controls to ensure immersion quality for the experiment.
With the motor control of a master surgeon, Spike backed away slowly.
Twilight eventually faltered when she realized that her defense testimony fell on deaf ears and the sole jury’s expression remained rigidly aghast. Lips quivering and eyes moistening, the mare dropped to the floor and curled into a mound of flustered pony.
Spike’s gawking softened down to a look of empathy upon realizing just how mortified Twilight was. He hadn’t seen her like that—face buried under forelimbs with her bum sticking up like some sort of giant, mutant, skirt-wearing, purple radish—aside from her ‘sunshine, sunshine’ dances with Cadance or that one time when she misquoted Starswirl’s second law of thaumadynamics during magic physics class. Twilight, despite her impressive growth both as an individual and as a princess of Equestria, still couldn’t quite handle perceived embarrassment well.
While he could do without having the mental image of the pony who was essentially his BSBFF wearing a skirt and spooning a questionable body pillow in her sleep filed into his long term memory bank, he didn’t mean for her to feel as though his opinion of her had changed for the worse; he was just caught of guard.
Spike wracked his dragon brain for some way to denigrate the situation:
Well, I can see why his name is Flash. No, that would just make things more awkward.
So you were at Pinkie Pie’s yard sale too? No, that didn’t make any sense.
I say thee neigh! He really should start reading actual literature.
Then, in a stroke-of-genius that a certain seamstress undoubtedly would have been proud of, a vividly superb thought flashed through his mind like a glowing lighthouse in a dark storm.
“Ideaaa,” Spike singsonged, emulating the fashionista in her own moments of brilliance, and reached into his scales for the necessary tools to enact his plan.
Before long, the still unmoving Twilight felt her horn being poked at. With the same enthusiasm one would experience when confronting the grim reaper or a cake-deprived Celestia, Twilight peeked out from the gap between her forelegs. What she saw made her eyes widen like saucers.
There, standing at the epicenter of the large room, was Spike. But not just regular ol’ Spike. It was Equestria’s dragonliest baby dragon, decked out in a top hat, a black velvet cape, a jewel encrusted bow tie, and a thick, bushy handlebar mustache. Tucked under one arm was the Rarity plushie, somehow all dolled up in a little black dress.
Her previous embarrassment forgotten, Twilight sat up, rapidly blinking and gaping like a ponyfish. Before the mare could utter a single coherent word in reaction, the lights in the room dimmed and a golden spotlight beamed down upon the dragon and his fluffy partner. Off to the side, a phonograph was activated by an unseen force, and shortly started to play.
Then, Spike began to dance.
With mini-Rarity in claw, Spike swept across the room and started tripping the light fantastic.
They waltzed and they tangoed; they boogied the woogie and hatched the cabbage patch; they jigged the jive and they jived the jig.
In spite of having the dancing graces of a paraplegic swan, Twilight could still recognize an affront to the performing arts when she saw one.
And yet, with each intermittent change of the song and dance, she couldn’t quite stop her smile from stretching wider by the second.
As the music accompaniment came to a halt, Spike ended the show with a flourished dip and eagerly awaited his applause, which Twilight did not hesitate to oblige. In a spur of theatrics, he then planted a loud, sloppy kiss right on the tip of his dance partner's muzzle, causing the sole audience's eyes to go wide and her sniggering to renew.
As her irrepressible laughter finally simmered down, Twilight brushed away the tears in her eyes and held out her right foreleg.
Smiling widely, he set the plushie down and made his way over to the princess, accepting the proffered gesture. A hardy hoof-to-claw shake was dealt, and thus the unspoken age-old armistice was struck:
I won’t say anything if you don’t.
Their already unbreakable bond further strengthened by the addition of yet another strong connection—this time in the form of mutually assured humiliation, the pony princess and noble dragon shared a warm embrace of familial camaraderie. And as Twilight’s soft, bell-like giggles drifted down to his ears, Spike knew that everything was once again right as rain.
She gave a gentle squeeze. “That was one of the creepiest things I’ve ever seen.”
He beamed. “I know.”
Also LikedSimilarAuthor
- paleowriter · 1.2k words · 178 10 · 4.8k views
- ArgonMatrix · 2.2k words · 167 3 · 3.8k views
- Crosis · 19k words · 115 6 · 2.5k views
- Pon de Don · 3.1k words · 38 6 · 2k views
- CloverQuill · 1.4k words · 59 0 · 2.4k views
- Craine · 3.8k words · 177 8 · 4.2k views
- Steadfast Hoof · 3.4k words · 62 4 · 4.6k views
Stats
Page generated in 0.168 seconds
Total duration
784 users online
1,037,957 hits today, 1,996,409 yesterday
FIMFiction
My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic Fanfiction
Designed and coded by knighty & Xaquseg - © 2011-2024
Follow & Support Us
Support us
SubStar
Chat!
Discord
Follow us
Twitter
MLP: Friendship is Magic® - © 2024 Hasbro Inc.®
Fimfiction is in no way affiliated with or endorsed by Hasbro Inc.®
Thank you, you made my day.
Little did they know a marsh mellow spy was watching from a far off door.
Was Derpys sink related to Rainbows sink?
img08.deviantart.net/c2cc/i/2015/105/0/9/i_lost_it_by_hillbe-d8ptaov.jpg
What they don't know is that hundreds of hairless apes from another dimension saw the whole thing and were laughing at them the whole time.
What's with all the stories recently about Spike having a Rarity plushie? Was it something I didn't notice in one of the new episodes or just an idea so good everyone else started doing it too?
5895090 Castle Sweet Castle, just before Spike took Twilight for her mane blowout surprise, He had a Rarity plushy that went squeak on the floor by the door.
img08.deviantart.net/c2cc/i/2015/105/0/9/i_lost_it_by_hillbe-d8ptaov.jpg
By far, the superior of the two "Spike's Plush" stories currently on the Featured Bar. This one accomplishes its task by being true to the characters and not demeaning of them. Well done, Val.
Ah! I knew the Rarity Plushie that Spike had would show up in stories sooner or later.. One does have to wonder where he got it and who made it for him as I couldn't see Rarity doing it... Maybe Fluttershy... She's such a softy....
HULK SMASH WORDS!!!
Quite a shocker to see another story from you, and based on a recent episode no less. I felt the raccoon chase was the most entertaining passage.
This.Is.Wonderful.
"Oh thank Celestia that he didn't see the trapdoor," Fluttershy whispers to nopony in particular.
Opening the trapdoor in her shed to a hidden basement, the quiet whimpers of a mare bounced off of the walls. Closing the door behind her, Fluttershy trots down the stairs with an...unusually dark aura about her.
Tilting her head up as far as one possibly could after being beaten, having your horn cruelly sawed off and chained to a wall, Lyra's ear - her right ear had been long since torn off - perked up. "P-please...l-let me g-go..." she whispers, her voice dehydrated and weak, golden eyes pleading with her captor. "I j-just wanna go h-home..."
Fluttershy says nothing, instead brandishing a long, vicious knife. Lyra's eyes widen in pure horror, fresh tears falling from her wide eyes as she frantically, weakly, tries to escape. She screams and cries for help; for Bon-Bon, for anypony to just save her.
All in vain. "Tsk, tsk. Poor, poor little Lyra," Fluttershy says, her voice taking on a far darker tone than would be appropriate for the usually kind pegasus. "Nopony will hear you, not even your beloved Bonny. These walls are soundproof, after all." The cold steel of the knife presses against the soft, mint green coat of Lyra's barrel. Her victim simply reduced to foal-like babbling, Fluttershy grins.
"Say goodbye."
She forces the knife in.
5895709
Yeah, I liked this better than Plush Ado About Nothing as well. PAAN's love hexagon was cringe-worthy, and it ended so abruptly.
5896687
Both have their merits, in my opinion.
PAAN is your typical Skirtsian romp, complete with cuddlefuddles and lots of purple equine syndrome. If you've read one "cute fluffy equines do cute fluffy things with fancy ponywords by Skirts", then you've read them all.
The love triangle bit did have my head rolling for a bit, as well. But, on the whole, I enjoyed it.
This fic was simple, cute and drop dead hilarious. Seriously, I think I had to take a good breather after finishing it. Quaint simplicity is the best.
Funny and surprisingly adorable. Good job.
The whole thing with Twilight got me laughing so hard that my cousin's usually silent dog started barking at me...
Out of all Spike's idea...
This one was my favorite... Hahaha!
I love this so much.
GET THE BRAIN BLEACH! ALL OF IT!
Still, awesome piece, I like all of these little plush Rarity explanations popping up here and there,
Hoodie Lyra, maker of Plushies is still number one however.
ugh... flash.
lols a many for you sir!
That was really cute, really creepy, and rather funny.
And all of those together when it came to Twilight's... situation.
5898024 You're in my shed.
25.media.tumblr.com/ec54390e362adec45e86269dc8902cd4/tumblr_mipkrgPnmU1qzl0i3o1_500.gif
5898517
This was cute.
The end... the rapport gained over these mutually embarrassing incidents was sweet.
5899296
I'm going to shut up now before we get blocked for commenting unrelated stuff.
5899348 mmmkay.
5899355 i1.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/original/000/085/944/M'kay.PNG
5899362 Level of awesome: Yes.
5899397 YYYYYYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH
Once more, 5895709 directs me to a story, and once more, I am not disappointed. This was cute beyond words, and managed to encapsulate Twilight and Spike's relationship.
I've missed you, IV, and I'm glad your back to writing again.
especially when he looked closely at the yellow pegasus plushie squeezed between a doll resembling a big red stallion and another one of a large white pegasus with diminutive wings, and timidly tried to coax him into leaving.
Oooh Myyy...
I'm not sure wether to cringe, laugh, or D'aww, nicely done. And I see what you did with that white berry joke you clever person
5896670
If that is the quality of your writing, your clop must induce nightmares
DONT GIVE EXAMPLES, I LIKE MY SANITY
5900278
Eheh...sorry. I've already accepted that I'm fairly shit when it comes to writing stories.
You lot are unaware of how much squealing is being emitted on this end of the interweb. Perhaps this will provide an inkling.
5894737 Hope the day since then had been pleasant for you.
5894751 The marshmallow ponies are always watching, ready to glomp.
5895090 The hairless apes are also always watching, ready to point and laugh and glomp. But mostly point and laugh, of course.
5895709 Please replay clip twenty times over for approximate squeal duration.
5895771 Perhaps one day there will be an official reveal. Until then, in Fluttershy we trust.
5896057
Very glad to see you're still around. The new season was a rather effective booster for me. Hope to post more pony words this year.
5896541
5896670 My thanks for the passage. Sleep is for the weak anyway.
5896687 Aw, shucks.
5896728 Much thanks.
5896771
5896889
5897239 It is indeed difficult to top hoodie Lyra.
5897687 Thanks a many.
5897714 All for sleep science, my friend.
5898024
5899348 As if. There will never be blocking of kindred spirits.
5899299
5899760 Glad to be back to pony words, Sarge.
5899854
5900278 Thanks for the kind words.
5900505
You're very welcome, darling.
Nopony needs sleep. Sleep is for casuals.
I can always write more passages of Possibly Insane Serial Killer Fluttershy, if you want.
derpicdn.net/img/view/2015/4/16/875429.jpg
I finally got a fanfic for it!
5900571
Yes.
That was pretty sweet actually.
Also an entertaining way of Spike getting his plushie
5900505
Great story. I had this recommended to me by friend and i'm glad i read it.
This story can go in my 'Gems of Fimfiction'.
Keep writing on....
~ YourFellowPony
Thought that Spike would have an accidental voodoo incident when he came across the dolls.
Very cute story about bookhorse and assistant.
5900841
pmvtoday.com/wp-content/themes/website/data/php/timthumb.php?src=wp-content/uploads/2015/02/Win_x64-2015-01-25-21-14-00-05.png&q=90&w=630
Books!
Looks like Fluttershy been writing her own fanfics
And who knows what Big Mac is doing to poor Smary Pants...
Creepy as it may have been for Twilight and Spike, I actually thought it was kind of cute.
Thanks for writing!
You know that this story is the entirety of Bronydom compressed into a 3000 word one-shot. I am most impressed!
I haven't read this yet, but I already know it will be amazing.
5900571 10/10
~Leonzilla
That shed scene makes a lot more sense now that there's a add that says "FREE SHIPPING!"
http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/simgad/9862548132866708281
Hey, hey, hey!
Stay out of my shed
Loved it
This wasn't bad. The premise was cute and funny, and there weren't any issues with grammar, spelling, or anything else of that nature...
There is however, one problem: it's almost pure exposition. Almost all tell, with very little show.